The world faded from view as Pegasus speeded towards my dream location of Paris during the time period when artists dominated Montmartre. I feel a very vulnerable, perched so precariously on the back of this fast moving horse but my mind was also filled with expectations which kept me from calling out to demand Pegasus return to the gypsy camp. My fists were getting cramped from holding on so tightly but finally I could feel Pegasus slowing his unearthly speed and slowly descending. As the night lights of Paris slowly came into view Pegasus glided in large circles over this sparkling jewel and gave me closer and closer views of the city. Mental maps spread out in front of my mind as I tried to get orientated, Yes, there is the Eiffel tower, and Arch de Triumph on the Champs-Elysees, the river Seine�OHHH. And there is The Iles and Notre-Dame on the Isle�the left bank�and;;;THERE���There is the Sacre Coeurs white domes beckoning under floodlights. �� Sac le Coeur is near Montmartre. Please Pegasus. .Please set down and let me see, smell and feel the atmosphere of the Montmartre.